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Feb 2020
A fever courses through my veins,
And I’m feeling lightheaded
The world continues to spin
But I’m standing still
Wondering to myself
Am I sick with love?

All I can do is stand and hope
That my brain is just on elope.
But sometimes I can feel, and know,
That I’m just a **** dope.
103.8 degrees. I don’t feel too great.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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